Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.